Greyson Gainey - Mae Lyrics

Here we go, another midnight conversation with my wall
And I don't know what brought the memory of what started it all
When I was clearing my name while I'm clearing my throat
But I didn't say a word that would come out too perceptive
And remember that night at the park alone
You can cast your stone 'cause I may have been the first one to sin
Oh and I'll write you a song on a red black unplugged paint chipped fender with a pick I found under the couch
And I'll pray that the radio would play your voice non-stop ad-free as I'm driving 'round another town
Oh and did they hide those emeralds you call eyes behind twelve feet of steel in a French museum, oh my
And if you called my name in the dead of night and asked me for the moon I'd give you every single star in the sky
And I miss her in December, I guess I'll see you in June
And while the minutes turn to days I'll say
That May's too many months away
Where'd you go? I only see you in the pictures on my wall
And there's the phone going dark because it can't handle the call
Oh and I'm still hung over from that last sip of your lips
Before you drove northwest and I drove east
And you're singing "Let it Be" while I'm falling asleep
On the drive from Arkansas to Tennessee
Oh and I'll write you a song on a red black unplugged paint chipped fender with a pick I found under the couch
And I'll pray that the radio would play your voice non-stop ad-free as I'm driving 'round another town
Oh and did they hide those emeralds you call eyes behind twelve feet of steel in a French museum, oh my
And if you called my name in the dead of night and asked me for the moon I'd give you every single star in the sky
And I miss her in December I guess I'll see you in June
And I'm drifting off the highway
'Cause Mae's too many miles away
Oh and I'll write you a song on a red black unplugged paint chipped fender with a pick I found under the couch
And I'll pray that the radio would play your voice non-stop ad-free as I'm driving 'round another town
Oh and did they hide those emeralds you call eyes behind twelve feet of steel in a French museum, oh my
And if you called my name in the dead of night and asked me for the moon I'd give you every single star in the sky
And I'll write you a song on a red black unplugged paint chipped fender with a pick I found under the couch...
And if you called my name in the dead of night and asked me for the moon I'd give you every single star in the sky...